It’s time for another installment of RANDOM SHIT I SAY ON STAGE, even though, um, this is first one. And might be the last. We’ll see.
Recently my ex-therapist started dating my room-mate. Which is not the punchline. Or even particularly surprising. They processed it with me about a million times and were totally fair blah blah. What is is interesting about this (besides the neverending adventure in overlap that is NYCqueerbrooklynqueerlife) is a friend asked me why it didn’t bother me. And it’s simple: my therapist doesn’t know anything I don’t already say to a room full of drunk strangers. With a mic in my hand. Hopefully, my therapist’s feedback is pretty different (especially from that chick who yelled “your therapist wants to kill herself” at a Rainbow Mountain gig) . Also, let’s hope I’m funnier on stage than in therapy.
But the same subject matter.
Which brings me to the bit about RANDOM SHIT I SAY ON STAGE. It happened at the Rapier Wit Comedy show, one of the very few mainstream comedy club shows I will do and a very good time. The crowd, for the love of mike, was almost completely straight. And they were sweet compassionate people. So of course I couldn’t resist teasing them about their desire to adopt me instead of laughing at.
Because you know we can’t have straight people being nice to us. That, apparently will ruin the whole thing.
Anyway you can listen to the whole thing, including 45 second of me messing around with the mic for no reason other than to raise tension in the room so the too kind crowd would laugh at me. It worked. Kind of.